Imagine Being Born in 1959...

Attempting to walk in the moccasins of a Baby Boomer as a Millennial.

If you were, then there is a good chance that your first national memory was the Kennedy assassination. My father grew up in Baltimore off of Liberty Heights. I grew up in a house my great-grandmother owned, while my father grew up with his parents in a house less than 100 feet away. That became my grandparent’s house. So my dad was close enough to Wash…